Grist to the Mill

28 May, 2007


I had my first driving lesson today with a very nice bloke called Kev (who talks too much). I drove around an industrial estate for an hour and a half. Fortunately, I seemed able to tap into something from my lessons of sixteen years ago. Finding the biting point on the clutch, for example, didn't seem as much of a palava as I remember it being back then. Thank goodness. It would be magnificent if I could pass before my summer holiday, but since this is in seven weeks' time, it seems unlikely. Come what may, with or without a car, I'm determined to spend some of August under canvas, camping out. Yay.

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